I don't think of myself as a writer.

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

Why, the little Voice inside my head, of course. You mean you don't have one? I did.

Yes, I sounded like a pathetic weenie. I prefer to think of it as showing my softer side.

We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.

Does anything on you work properly?" Asked ter Borcht. "Well, I do have a highly developed sense of irony." Replied Iggy.

You stand out like a fart in a church.